Tuesday, September 30, 2014

It started with a small pile of poop.

Mr. RK said that would be a good post title, but really, that is how the day started - at least right before I walked out of the door.

Before that, I woke up after having scary dreams about my boss naked. Wait, that was redundant.

Anyhow, Vasil, who is normally a good litter-box trained, if otherwise naughty, kitty, graced the downstairs bathroom with his displeasure (you talk about bad aim - he was an entire floor off target), and the day just went on from there. My friend Mike D and I were texting, and luckily he said, "Feel free to vent with your thumbs!" My thumb in someone's eye would have been more satisfying.
Although I had volunteers covering the phones all day, the one hour where a volunteer was busy with an appointment was the hour I had four (COUNT THEM FOUR) calls from people wanting resources. Which is normally no big deal, except...

Caller #1: Starts the  call with, "I have a question for you..." (Note to self: next time, say, "Oh no, you fucking don't!")

And he can't explain what he wants and goes on and on and on. Until I politely ask, "And what is the question?"

Him: "Well! Okaaaaay..." And goes on. And on. And keeps changing the request and after I counter with resources for every request, says, "Well you've been pretty helpful. Now I have one more question. When is the next training for your organization's Tell Your Life Story program?"

His words, not mine. Note: we don't have a program of that type. Now you know why.
Another caller just moved here, is living in a motel, has no insurance, and says, "I want to meet with a social worker." Um, right. I politely explain that here in my state, at least, you need to get signed up for Medicaid or have some kind of insurance before you can become a client at an agency. In fact, we can sign him up for this.

"I'd rather talk to a social worker first and see what my options are."

Needless to say, the organizations I gave him phone numbers for will say, "Call them back and sign up for insurance first..."

And as it is event week (next Tuesday about midnight I should be a much happier camper, or if not happier, the damn thing will be over), I of course have to have raging PMS.

Lastly, I ask you. If someone tells you politely two or three times that they MUST HAVE THE FUCKING HEADCOUNT FOR THE HOTEL by a certain date, wouldn't you get back to that person?

Thank you, Grumpy Cat. You have expressed me ever so much better than I could have expressed myself.

22 comments:

LL Cool Joe said...

One of the good things in the UK is that anyone, whatever their financial situation can see a doctor or social worker and receive treatment. It may take a while but it's free.

Elephant's Child said...

There is not nearly enough money devoted to research into curing the myriad of jerks in the world. Some days everything you touch turns to pus. Or shit. Or both.
Here's to next Wednesday. Or possibly the weekend which follows.
And hooray for Grumpy Cat. And you.

Vanessa Morgan said...

I always love the images that accompany your texts. They match so well together.

Lynn said...

You can always vent to us!

Ileana said...

Oh, amiga, the patience you must have at work with some of these people. Ayayay! Love your grumpy kitty's sentiments, btw...except that one that was left in your downstairs bathroom. ;)

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Grumpy Cat always says just the right thing! Although I suspect she poops on the floor too. Just for the hell of it.

Charles Gramlich said...

Dealing with people is hard.

Charles Gramlich said...

Dealing with people is hard.

Ms. CrankyPants said...

I cannot agree with Mr. RK more: the post title was perfect.

Sorry about naked-boss dream and the rest of it. I'd be grumpy too.

Abby said...

I'm imagining that, some days, you just really cringe when the phone rings.

OldLady Of The Hills said...

Grumpy Cat is the perfect image for all of these woes....! LOL.....
I hope your dear Kitty is okay, btw.

G. B. Miller said...

Reality is mind-numbingly conceptual for some people, don't you think?

I'll only lightly say, "welcome to my world", 'cause to say it heavily would mean that I was trying to one-up you, and for today, I would rather not one-up you.

Maybe tomorrow though. :D

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Mike_D said...

Glad I could help. There are days when I wish I could have a taser with me, but then again, I would probably just taser the shit out of everybody!

CraveCute said...

I love Grumpy Cat! So funny RK!

Lee said...

Oh, God! I'd be scaling those walls a hundred times over by now! People!!!! The public!!!! They're enough to drive anyone insane!!!!!

I'm with Mike_D...just give me a taser...I would definitely taser the shit out of everyone...grinning all the way! Take that! And that! :)

ShadowRun300 said...

This is exactly why blogs were created, right? And Grumpy Cat too, for that matter. There are just some things you can't say or express out loud, but they NEED to be said and expressed somewhere, otherwise we'll fly off the handle. I know. I work with the public daily. You meet all kinds, don't you?

Granny Annie said...

Didn't it ever dawn on you that Vasil's behavior was a warning sign of what was to come. It is time to start paying attention to him.

Rock Chef said...

Sounds like a good day, then! :-)

A Beer For The Shower said...

I don't think I've ever seen so much grumpy cat in one post. Also, any time I ever think I had it rough in IT, I just read one of your posts about the people you have to deal with. You have the patience of a saint. :)

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Hey Riot Kitty, I'm part Swiss too! My maternal grandparents emigrated from Switzerland to Canada in the early 1920s.

Dexter Klemperer said...

Sounds like some of those people needed a visit from Vasil.

Betty Manousos said...

hey rk, i know i've said it before but i'll say it again, i always love your posts and the images that accompany them. yep, grampy cat always says just the right thing!

some people are just plain hard to get along with.

big hugs!